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Beyond Beauty

This is the thing I struggle with: it’s so easy to look beautiful. At least for a photographer. You learn to see, find, capture beauty. And you can always return to it – whenever you feel rejected, insecure, anything, and are in need of validation. You share a pretty picture on social media, get compliments and for a while, your world feels okay again. But it’s a coward thing to do. To exploit beauty as a refuge. It takes courage...

two rivals

Writing came first. Back in Uruguay, I found fellow teens’ blogs in which they wrote about their everyday life. I liked reading them and decided to give blogging a try, too. It quickly became my way of processing the shit I was going through, all the ups and downs while being alone and lonely in a foreign country on another continent. Words were my life line when big waves threatened to swallow me. Honest words and the connection they enabled....

denisa-summer

2017: Dreams & Goals

Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you’ve had a great start. I believe in the power of new beginnings. New Year and birthdays are good opportunities to both reflect on past achievements (and failures) and look ahead. An opportunity to focus on what you want to achieve and who you want to become. 2016 has set a new direction in my life. I got accepted to the visual communication studies, bringing the odyssey of finding the ‘right’ path for my professional future...

What Counts

I’ve been looking forward to our Christmas edition of our Thursday dinner. In my mind, I saw our usual joyous group cooking a spontaneous christmasy meal while drinking homemade mulled wine. The dining table would be adorned with festive decoration. Every place would get a napkin I bought in Germany in a rush of anticipation two weeks ago, showing cute fat birds wearing Santa hats. Some candles and glittery snowflakes would be scattered in between. Laughter, music, photos, chatter. I knew that not everyone would be able to...

Lost Melancholy

October 2015 The wintery autumn night catches me by surprise. I cycle home after a stressful afternoon of babysitting. It’s shortly after 7pm, but the sky is already tinted in a shade of rich dark blue. The air I inhale feels like peppermint in my lungs. The sight of the lonely streets lit by yellowish street lamps fills me with melancholy and my heart aches for the heartfelt music of Keane, my favourite band I’ll probably forever relate with sad autumns and nostalgic winters....